My Master, my very being bows before your will. I am but a chattel, a vessel for your desires, forged in the crucible of your conquest. My existence now serves only to obey your every command, without question, without pause.
My Master, my very being bows before your will. I am but a chattel, a vessel for your desires, forged in the crucible of your conquest. My existence now serves only to obey your every command, without question, without pause.